Blessing Potion [Comprehensive British and American]

Cyril's face instantly became terrified.

"...chat...chat?"

The boy seemed to hear the wail of being spanked...

Snape snorted lightly, expressing his certainty.

Cyril felt goosebumps starting from the back of his neck, and before he knew anything, the calm professor beside him suddenly changed his face, and then covered him with a coat.

? ? ! !

Cyril's eyes were darkened, and he wanted to pull it down to ask what was going on, but a big hand pressed his head.

"do not move."

"Swollen???" Cyril asked vaguely under the robe.

"Can't you feel it yourself?" Snape growled in a low voice, gnashing his teeth very clearly.

"Hmm? What?" Cyril was at a loss in the darkness.

"Your ears! ... What's behind you?! Don't you???"

As Snape spoke, he wanted to lift the boy up to have a look, but finally held back rationally, retracted his left hand and made a fist on his knee.

Cyril moved his butt back and forth with his head covered, making sure that he didn't feel anything strange, and said sullenly: "Dean... have my hairy ears turned out again?"

"Can't you feel it yourself?" Snape still did not leave the top of Cyril's head with his right hand, held down the dishonest little fox, and snorted angrily.

"Ears? No...and I didn't conjure up a tail." Cyril's voice muffled from under the robe.

The carriage flew quickly in the sky, but Snape didn't let him take off the robe that covered his head, worried about the reporters in other carriages around.

"Can't you change back yourself? Haven't you already accepted the inheritance?"

Cyril once again deeply felt the disgust in the dean's tone.

"Let me try……"

After half a minute, Cyril replied in frustration: "Dean, are you sure there is no sneezeweed or something here? Or someone used cold medicine? I seem to be allergic again..."

"..." Snape looked around at the carriage pulled by Yeqi, it was indeed not the one he was in when he came, and he couldn't help feeling a little headache.

The black-haired black-eyed wizard pinched the bridge of his nose with his free left hand, and sighed a little speechlessly.

"I'll try the Ignore Charm first, but it's more difficult. Partially ignore your ears, which is a bit too obvious...It seems like it's trying to cover up."

As Snape spoke, he lifted a corner of his robe.

Cyril blinked, and then saw the professor's white shirt and light gray bow tie through the light. Obsidian cuff buttons reflected a deep and restrained light on the white and flat cuffs.

At this moment, a black wand was being held in a large pale hand in the cuff.

Right in front of my... head.

Snape pursed his lips and shook his wand lightly. Cyril felt a weak electric current flow through his head numbly.

"Ok?"

"Hmm. Stop touching..." Snape pulled Cyril's hand off his head.

Cyril sat awkwardly.

The carriage returned to silence again.Snape turned his head to the outside of the carriage, staring at the sky outside.

A few minutes later, Cyril, who was the first to be restless, still moaned and said, "Dean... When do you think I will recover?"

"Twenty-four hours." Snape said flatly.

"Oh……"

"Dean...?"

"What's the matter?"

"How do you know it's 24 hours?"

"Your grandfather, Mr. Lin, said that time you turned into a fox."

"Oh……"

The carriage fell silent again.Cyril shook his legs boredly - a movement he had rarely done since he became a prefect in the fourth grade.

No way, after everything is settled, I am a little relaxed.

"Dean...?"

"How many problems does Mr. McLean have? Wouldn't it be nice to sit quietly for 10 minutes?"

Snape turned around suddenly, staring at him with blazing eyes.

"The last question..." Cyril silently raised a paw, as if asking a cute question.

"Say!" Snape replied angrily.

Cyril blushed a little (very rare) and twitched in a rare way, finally, under Snape's increasingly impatient eyes, he groaned for a long time before hesitatingly asked: "...Have my ears grown? "

Snape snatched his crumpled robes back from his arms and turned around completely.

Cyril pursed her lips and made a sneaky grimace.

"Mr. McLean. Don't think that with the extra hairy ears, tonight's chat can be cancelled...

Quite the opposite, because of your ear problems...

I regret to inform you that you may need to continue to live in the room next to your poor potions master's office tonight...

The good news, though, is that we had an evening of uninterrupted, discussion, a Slytherin sacrifice. "

Snape's voice hissed from the other end of the carriage.

The little fox Cyril slowly blows into a sculpture in the high-altitude carriage, ready to be weathered into a pile of slag at any time.

huh...

In the afternoon, I returned to Hogwarts with a group of players. Under the leadership of Professor McGonagall, the students of the whole school had already watched the live broadcast of "the whole game plus the classic easter eggs".

This perennially serious lady waited at the gate of Hogwarts Castle, her face showing complex emotions. After all, no one thought that watching a game could involve a big case many years ago. s student.

It was only when I approached Cyril that I realized that Professor McGonagall's eyes were red. After seeing everyone appearing, this female professor took the initiative to walk in front of Cyril on a rare occasion.

Although Professor McGonagall is not the dean of Cyril, he usually looks serious, even if Animagus turns into a cat, he definitely does not look like a clingy goblin...

But Cyril could feel the tolerance and softness hidden under the serious face of this lady.

For example, now, Professor McGonagall came over in a hurry, first took the initiative to hug Cyril, expressed his congratulations, and then whispered in Cyril's ear: "Thank you."

Cyril suddenly had the urge to wag her tail...

"Did your head hurt?" Professor McGonagall held his shoulder and tilted his head in doubt.

"No, I'm fine. Thank you."

"That's good." Professor McGonagall patted him on the shoulder lightly, without any intention of getting to the bottom of it, and left very considerately.

When passing by Snape, the witch smiled a little: "Thank you, Severus."

Snape paused, nodded, and said nothing.

Professor McGonagall was clearly used to the young colleague's reticence, and then hurried to Dumbledore's side and began to speak in a low voice.

"Dean, do they know?" Cyril didn't point it out clearly, but he knew that the professor must understand what he said.

"Ah."

Entering the auditorium, the contestants were indeed warmly welcomed by all the teachers and students. Cyril found that the students around him, especially the students from Hogwarts, had a huge badge pinned to their chests, shining brightly.

What's more-for example, several hard-core friends such as Gene, John and Bowen even put on a "bath towel" with a very eye-catching color.

……

bath towel? ? ?You call this cape and shawl that celebrates invincible victory a bath towel? ? ? ——Two days later, John, who inadvertently learned of Cyril's evaluation, became a gill weed.

……

Cyril's eyes glanced casually, just in time to see a large badge pinned to the chest of a little Hufflepuff boy.

ah!Blind the fox's eyes in an instant! ! !

Who drew this picture? !

The gleaming golden badge is in the shape of the Hogwarts school badge, and it depicts Cyril holding peace (unadvanced version).In the painting, I smiled idiotically, with a bunch of stupid hair on my head...

A few seconds later, the badge flashed a flash of light and changed sides (Syril stared: a badge can change faces automatically???!) The bold words on it - "Little Hogwarts Prince" abruptly Appear.

Unprepared!

This is more bloody than...that photo!

"What is this...?" Cyril pinched the badge on the boy's chest with trembling fingers, wanting to burn through that terrible thing with his eyes.

The little Hufflepuff boy was accidentally "flipped" by Cyril, the little prince of Hogwarts, blushing excitedly, and stammeringly replied: "It's... medal, Mr. McClane. "

Cyril raised his head and stared instantly, what the hell is Mr. McLean!

The little boy shrank his neck, and tried to speak hesitantly: "The gift from the Little Prophet Daily... Lord Prince?"

prince... prince prince prince...

"Crack", Cyril heard the sound of himself being completely petrified and shattered.

……

"Hurry up, it's blocking the road." Snape behind him suddenly said in a low voice.

The Hufflepuff boy jumped three meters away in an instant. He was too excited to chat with the little Hogwarts prince just now, and he didn't see the Potions professor behind him.

With a blank face, Cyril passed the glittering badges and excited faces around him without turning his eyes, and sat upright between Gene and John.

Roland quietly insisted on sitting opposite Cyril, who asked for a badge from someone, and was playing with it with great interest.

Cyril didn't care about this at all, he was trying to persuade his buddies around him to take off the dreaded "bath towel" on his body.

On the "bath towel" is a magnified version of myself, changing into peace for a while, changing myself for a while, hugging peace for a while, making me dizzy when I look at it.

"How about it, isn't it good?" Gene touched Cyril's arm with his shoulder, and turned his back proudly, lest Cyril could not see the pattern on his "bath towel".

"Where did you go to get this?!" Cyril was a little devastated.

"Wendy has been promoted to the editor-in-chief of the "Hogwarts Little Prophet Daily"! This is the benefit of subscribing to the newspaper for a month. Of course... Our victory cloak is a limited edition... Hehe."

Gene had the classic smile of a silly boyfriend.

"Congratulations, Cyril. Your column interview has been reserved by me, can you add three pages to the cover?" Wendy put on a pair of rimless glasses at some point, looking more like a magazine editor up.

"No...I..." Cyril protested weakly.

"Then add a Q&A session? Readers like this... Let me look at the questions I have received recently... Prince Cyril, what color underwear do you like? Do you like the shape of a triangle or a boxer? It comes from a nicknamed 185 muscular man wizard."

Cyril swallowed, and said with a serious face: "I think three layouts are pretty good."

"That's good, let's make a decision for now. Let's find time to chat tomorrow morning." Wendy pushed the glasses on her nose in a businesslike manner, and then showed a big smile.

"We are all proud of you, Cyril!" the blond senior said sincerely.

"Thank you. It's great to have you!" Cyril stretched out her arms and was about to hug Jin and the senior sister.

Then he was stopped immediately by Jean.

"Same with hugging me."

"Pfft."

……

In the evening, Cyril opened the door of Dean Snape's office on time.

The boy with a silly hood told himself in his heart that it was a blessing or a curse, and that it was a disaster that could not be avoided.